Hey everyone, while I'm scrapping Visitors to Chernobyl fo now I'm going to re continue it later on. But until then I have this and my Soul Eater Series. Now I'm sure by now almost everyone has heard of Slender. The scary, creepy, PC game that has sprung up featuring the notorius Slender Man *dramatic music*. These are stories of the forgotten...of the lost.
Gather 'round my children as I recall these stories. You've no doubt heard of him by now. The tall man in the black suit, The man with no face and long arms, tentacles and tendrils snaking there way to you. And you have heard other tales of Children lost at play, kids that dissapear into thin air, his victims. But before I tell you the unfortunete ends of many a child, We will need to recite the Poems passed down of The Slender Man.
*Children's Chorus begins*
In the woods from which he came
During the dead of winter
Feeling lost and bitter
He ensnares his prey with his many arms
He lures you in with his charms
He blends well with the trees
It is impossible to run and flee
He'll take over your mind before anything else
Leaving nothing but you, him and the night
As the snow beneath you melts
I lean into his arms
Give into his faceless charms
Let him mark me, make his brand
Forever his
The Slender Man
*Children's Chorus ends*
Good my children, very good, we must call again this time different to make sure he hears us well enough though.
*Children's Chorus begins*
The Slender Man
He watches you from the trees
and yet he has no eyes,
stare into him
and you'll meet your demise
he'll take you away
into a dark place
and when he is ready
you'll be on a plate
his arms are long,
black as night
and his face is pale,
nothing but white
he watches you from the trees
and yet he has no eyes,
look right behind you
and you'll meet your demise.
*Children's Chorus ends*
Now Children, our stories will begin. Please be quiet in respect for the lost souls.
Everyone please review, I really like writing this story. Thank you.
